Disclaimer: How many times do I have to say it?! I don't own the WWE!
Ladies and Gentlemen, on January 16, 2008, I got my very first flame! So let's all give them a big round of applause! (claps sarcastically) However, her blatant insult of my writing made me aware of something: not everyone is going to like my story, and some people will insult me for it. Now, I'm all for freedom of speech, but please, from now on if you don't like my story and decide to review, at least tell me WHY you didn't like it. I plan on going to college for writing, so if you insist on giving me a bad review, at least tell me what you didn't like about it so I can improve. Remember, constructive criticism is welcome, but flames will be ignored or mocked, depending on how offensive they are. I'm here to write and make friends, not make enemies or be insulted. Thank you for reading, and I hope my bitterness over the situation hasn't ticked anyone off.
As she unpacked her bags in the rather spacious and comfortable guest room, Ashley had to marvel at the beauty of the Undertaker's ranch.
The whole place had a rustic, yet luxurious and warm feeling to it. The large backyard was lined with woods, and the tall grass had a rich, golden color. She could even distinctly hear Mark's two dogs Harley and Trent barking off in the distance. The house itself was big, with beautifully carved furniture, hunting trophies, and other various things tastefully arranged. The view from her room was fantastic, as she could see the sunset in a spectacle of reds, yellows, oranges, and blues.
Putting her shirts in the beautiful cherry wood bureau, she noticed a picture in a silver frame. It was a photo of a redheaded biker, a blonde woman, and a muscular, masked man. Upon closer inspection, it suddenly hit her; the trio was Mark, Sara and Kane!
They look so happy together, she thought
"How do you like your room?"
Ashley jumped and turned to the door. Sara was leaning against the doorframe, grinning at the Diva's startled reaction.
Catching her breath, she replied, "It's beautiful, thank you. But I'm kind of surprised at it all. I mean, I would have never thought a man like the Undertaker would…" she caught herself, afraid of saying something insulting.
"Live in a place like this? Everyone has that reaction. After all, he's "the Deadman," so people would naturally assume he'd live in a crypt or a haunted house." Sara walked over and sat on the bed, patting the spot next to her to indicate Ashley should do the same. Easing herself onto the bed, she silently marveled at how well the brunette was taking everything. She had recently been informed that her brother-in-law was losing control of his demon, a woman she had never meet was staying in her house indefinitely, and she was married to the Undertaker, yet she took everything in stride.
Sara's words snapped her out of her thoughts. "So, Mark tells me that you're in love with Kane. Is this true?" Ashley nodded, so Sara went on. "As you may no know, Kane's been hurt his whole life. He was brainwashed by his father, had his house burned down and his parents killed, been set on fire too many times to count, and has been hurt by just about every woman he has ever loved. And that's barely scratching the surface, what with his demon and all. Needless to say, it's difficult for him to trust anybody, so I've got to know; what made him trust you?"
The Dirty Diva wracked her brain for a reason that didn't have to do with Gregory Helms. She still hadn't told Mr. McMahon or Teddy Long about what had happened between them. She didn't know why she wouldn't say anything; she just couldn't bring herself to admit he had treated her so badly. Looking into Sara's eyes though, she knew she couldn't hide anything from her. Her eyes were intense, wise, and piercing, much like her husband's, and Ashley could tell she'd instantly see though any lie she'd tell her. Sighing in defeat, she said in a hushed, solemn voice, "For about five months I'd been dating Gregory Helms, and in those five months he hit me, yelled at me, and was seeing another woman behind my back. The night I finally left the bastard, William Regal and Dave Taylor attacked me. Kane saved me from them and took me in for the night, even though we barely knew each other. I told him what had been going on between me and Helms, and the next day he defended me from him. After that, he started training me, and we just started getting closer and closer. I guess," she paused for a moment, looking for the right words. "I guess he trusts me because I trusted him first. Not just with my secret and well-being, but with my feelings."
Sara nodded, finding the answer acceptable. Actually, it was better than she expected. It was simple, heartfelt, and she hadn't tried to weasel her way out of answering, though the fact that she'd been abused surprised her.
After a few moments of silence, Ashley finally asked the question that had been on her mind since she first got there. "So… exactly how did you and Mark, you know, hook up? No offense, but you don't seem to be the type he'd go for."
Sara laughed. "I met him at an autograph signing. We struck up a conversation, found out we had a lot in common and he asked me out. We been together ever since."
"Really? What did you have in common?"
"Lots of things. We both love big dogs and motorcycles, and we're avid boxing fans, just to name a few. I suppose the fact that I wasn't intimidated by him or all the weird stuff he's into helped a bit."
"That and the fact that you were, and still are, a smoking hottie," Mark said from the doorway.
Ashley jumped again, startled at his sudden appearance. "How do you do that?" she yelled.
He grinned at her. "Trade secret. I'll teach ya sometime."
Sara laughed. Mark wasn't usually this relaxed around anyone but herself and Kane, but he was joking around with Ashley like they were old friends. It was very refreshing. "Good to know you still find me hot Mark, 'cause if you didn't you'd be sleeping on the cold hard couch tonight."
All three of them laughed. Ashley's demeanor turned solemn though. "Guys, I really appreciate you taking me in, but I'm still worried about Kane. He knows I'm with you Mark, so what'll keep him from coming here?"
Mark nodded in understanding. "He can come here, but he won't be able to get in to the house. The perimeter of the ranch is lined with runes and charms that ward away people with ill intentions. If he gets past those, the dogs have been instructed to attack him on sight until further notice. Finally, the house itself is shielded with a protective spell, one most demons can't cross unless invited."
"But what about when we're on Smackdown!?"
"You'll be with me at all times, and even when you're not, Kane won't harm you."
"How do you know?"
Mark glanced at his wife, and with an encouraging nod from Sara, he said, "Because if you agree to it, I will cast a spell on you that will prevent Kane or his demon from even touching you."
Ashley raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean, "If I agree to it?" Why wouldn't I want the spell cast?"
It was Sara that spoke up. "The spell is very difficult to cast, and it can be extremely uncomfortable, even painful, to those unaccustomed to magic. It will prevent one person from even touching you without the caster's permission. Once he does, the spell wears off."
Mark continued, "The spell also involves the two of us being bonded per se. To an extent, we'll be able to feel each other's pain, detect each other's thoughts, and share dreams. It will also cause us to be unable to lie to one another." He paused for a moment, observing the Diva's reaction. When she showed no disgust or fear, he continued. "That is, however, not what you should be concerned about. The main problem with the spell is how the bond is formed. In order for the spell to work, for one night, you must…submit to me."
Ashley was confused. "What do you mean, "submit to you?" How do I…" She glanced at Sara, who was biting her lip, and Mark was refusing to look either woman in the eye. She finally realized what he meant. "You mean I have to sleep with you?!" she cried.
Mark nodded. "It's the only way. For the bond to form, for one night you have to submit to me soul, mind," he swallowed thickly, "and body."
The Dirty Diva could barely believe her ears. She looked at Sara. "And you're ok with this? I mean, he's your husband for Christ's sake!"
Sara sighed. "I'm not a big fan of the idea, but it's the only way. This is the strongest protection spell we know of. Or, at least, the strongest that doesn't involve a human sacrifice," she awkwardly chuckled, half trying to lighten the mood. When Ashley gave her a horrified look, she changed tactics. "Ashley, I know this is a hard decision to make, but it's also important. You have to ask yourself, "How far am I willing to go to help Kane?" Mark and I will support you no matter what you choose, but it's important you at least think about it." Giving the Diva a hug, she got off the bed and began to walk to the door.
"If you agree to go through with this, we can begin tomorrow night. The spell calls for a full moon. We'll let you think it over." The Deadman watched Sara leave before walking over to Ashley. Kneeling down, he gently took her hands in his in a comforting manner. "Ashley, I know you don't want to do this. The spell is traditionally done between lovers, but it's the most powerful protection spell I know. Yes, it will be painful at first when you give me your mind and soul, but I promise that when you submit your body, I will be nothing but gentle, and I will make it as easy for you as I can." He gently lifted her chin to meet his eyes. "I think the reason the spell calls for all this is to develop trust between the two users. You must trust me with all your secrets, thoughts, and that I will not use you for my own personal gains. How else will you be able to trust me with your well-being?" he asked green eyes boring into her.
Ashley felt her eyes begin to well up with tears. "It's just," she sobbed. "It's just that it feels like I'm betraying Kane. I love him, but to protect myself I have to sleep with his brother? It just seems so selfish of me. And what about you? How can you stand the thought of sleeping with your brother's girlfriend with your wife knowing what's going on? I mean," her tears began flowing down her cheeks freely, Ashley having lost the will to hold them back. "Kane's been betrayed so much. Lita slept with Edge while she was with Kane, and Tori slept with X-Pac. If he finds out," she paused, trying to collect herself but failing, "If he find out, he may think I'm just like them!" She hugged Mark, letting out all of her pent up tears and emotions come spilling out like a waterfall.
Undertaker, in an uncharacteristically caring gesture, let Ashley cry her heart out, even though it was ruining one of his favorite shirts. Oh well, it can be replaced, he thought, stroking the blonde's hair.
When she finally ran out of tears to cry, Mark gently made her look at him again. "Ashley, I know you're scared, but it's the only way. Kane wants you to be safe, and Sara's okay with it, as long as you're willing." he tenderly wiped away a lingering tear. "But I promise you, even if your do agree to this, you are not like Lita. You are not her."
Ashley smiled at his kind words. "Thank you, Mark, for everything. I just need time to think."
Nodding, Mark tenderly kissed her on the head and strode out the door, leaving the Diva to her thoughts.
Kane knew he was dreaming, but for the life of him, he didn't care. He had Ashley in his arms wearing almost nothing, the World Heavyweight Championship belt around his waist, and Khali bleeding at his feet. He could actually smell Khali's blood and feel the Diva's soft skin.
He leaned down to taste her sweet, inviting lips, but before he could claim them, she wiggled out of his grip and practically danced away, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Chuckling, he attempted to claim her again, only to find himself frozen, completely unable to move. He watched in horror as the shadows around her took form, melding together to take the form of the Undertaker.
The Undertaker began kissing and caressing Ashley and the Diva made no effort to resist. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying the Deadman's attentions. Her moans of pleasure cut through Kane's heart like razorblades, and as much as he wanted to look away, he couldn't turn his head or even close his eyes. He tried to scream, to beg them to stop, but no sound came out of his mouth.
Taker finally halted his ministrations, ignoring Ashley's moan of displeasure. His eyes met Kane's, and without breaking eye contact, he growled softly into Ashley's ear, but loud enough for the Kane to hear.
"Ashley Massaro, do you submit to me?"
"Yes," she moaned, silently begging the Undertaker to continue touching her.
The Deadman ignored her body's pleas.
"Then say it," he growled, still staring into Kane's eyes. "Say that you submit to me. Say that you're mine."
Ashley needed no encouragement. "Undertaker, I submit to you! I'm yours!"
Finally breaking eye contact with Kane, he said, "Good," and kissed her deeply, while Kane had no choice but to watch his brother claim the woman he loved.
Kane woke up, covered in sweat, biting back a scream of horror and disgust. What the fuck was that? he thought.
It was a vision, you twit! The demon in his head sounded as shaken as Kane. It's just what I predicted! The Undertaker is going to attempt to claim what is rightfully ours! You have to track them down and get Ashley away from him!
Kane could feel the demon fighting to seize control of his body, but he managed to hold it back. That was no vision, it was just a dream. Ashley is safe and Mark would never touch her.
The demon growled, but slowly crawled back into the recesses of his mind, although not before saying, Believe what you want, Kane, but when your brother betrays you, just remember that I warned you.
Shaking his head, Kane muttered aloud,
"You're wrong. Mark wouldn't do that. My brother wouldn't hurt me. It was just a dream. Just a dream…"
Just a dream…
As he got into bed, Mark had to wonder whether or not he was doing the right thing. He loved his brother, and taking his woman felt wrong, even if it was for her own protection.
Sara crawled up to her husband and wrapped her arms around his strong chest.
"Having second thoughts?" she asked, a knowing look on her face.
Sighing, Mark gazed down at her. "Can you blame me? If Ashley does agree to this, it'll feel like I'm betraying not just Kane, but you too. I love you more than anything, and the thought of taking another woman, especially Kane's, makes my stomach churn."
Sara snuggled a bit closer to Mark and gave him a comforting squeeze.
"I don't like this either Mark, but we don't have a lot of options. If you sleep with her, you'll feel awful, but imagine how you'll feel if Kane hurts her." She gently stroked his chest. "Besides, it's not like you've never done the ritual before."
"Yeah, but that was with you to protect you from DDP," he growled, holding back the rage that the mere thought of that voyeur brought. "This is different, Sar'. This isn't someone I'm madly in love with, and my own brother is the one she's in danger from. This whole situation is fucked up!"
"Mark, I know you don't want to do this, but what choice do we have? I love you more than anything, but sometimes we all have to make sacrifices. I can promise you one thing though; no matter what happens, I'll always love you, and you will do the right thing, as long as you follow your heart."
The Undertaker felt his heart beat a bit faster at her assuring words, and he took that moment to kiss her passionately. When they finally broke the kiss, he said, "That's why I love you, Sara. No matter what happens, I'll always love you, and we'll get through this together. Hell, you remember our wedding vows, don't you?"
"In sickness and in health, through hell and high water, I will always love you," she paused and pecked him gently on the lips. "'Till nothing do us part."
To Be Continued…XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Phew! Finally, it's done! Sorry it took so long, but I've had a lot of schoolwork to do, and it's been a crazy couple of months. Also, it took me a while to decide whether or not to submit this chapter, because I wasn't sure how people would react to it. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to wait and see. Not to mention my first flame kind of shook me up a bit and made me doubt myself for a bit, though it really shouldn't have. Hopefully I'll have the next chapter up quicker. I'd also like to give special thanks to my friend Jasmine, who took the time to type up this chapter for me. I'd already written it on paper, but my schoolwork was piling up, so she agreed to type this for me. Thank you, Jazzy! Either way, I hope you liked this chapter, and if you didn't, please read the top of the chapter before sending me an angry review. I love you guys! Keep on Rollin'!